Hey guys! I know Devious-WildChild wrote this first, and yes! It is the same person here, don't worry! I took off my stories to edit them a little bit, then my account went all crazy and I couldn't get back into it to post them back on. So I had to make a new account. Lucky I'd already taken my stories off in my other account eh? (
Anyway, so here it is. There are a few more chapters that I've added, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters apart from the Phoenix.
Ps. I've created the character of the Phoenix based mostly on stuff I've made up and stuff that I already know. It might not be really much like what a real Phoenix is like, but hey this is my story, and I make what happens here! XD
Pss. To those who have read it before, I've realised how Mary-Sue-Ish it was and I've done my best to try and reverse it!
Chapter seven:
The Pass of Caradhras
Faye walked with the expression of a soldier who was marching into battle. She didn't want to tell the others of the problem with the snow as she didn't want to slow their journey. The pass of Caradhras was the quickest way to get to where they needed. It was a long journey to Mt. Doom, and whatever time saved with shortcuts was valued.
"Are you alright?" asked Legolas, coming up to walk beside her. Faye's mind that had been wondering snapped back to attention.
"I'm fine." She replied, in a voice that didn't even convince her self. It didn't seem to convince Legolas either, judging by the expression upon his face.
"If there is a problem, it is alright to say so. No-one will judge you." He said in a kindly voice. His blue eyes radiated with warmth, as did his smile. But to Faye, it did little to reassure here. She knew she would not be able to handle to pass. She thought that maybe she should tell, but then a cold voice inside her said: you are such a coward. You should be ashamed of yourself. Even these hobbits aren't nearly half afraid of the pass as you are. What's wrong with you? Weaklings don't belong in the Fellowship. She knew the inner voice was right. The hobbits where acting even more courageous than she was. So, she just clenched her fist tight, and began to prepare herself as best she could for the snow.
No-matter how much preparing Faye did for the pass of Caradhras, she still wouldn't have been ready for what she got. The air turned suddenly cold, even though she couldn't feel it, everyone but Legolas stopped to put on the thick woollen cloaks and pull the hoods over their heads. Elves must not feel the cold either. She thought to herself.
The path soon became dusted with white, then the snow got heavier and heavier. Not long afterwards they had to plough their way through the thick snow to continue walking. A blizzard had begun not long after they reached the pass, and their progress was incredibly slow. Legolas, was able to walk on top of the snow. He walked slightly ahead of the group, checking the path ahead to see if it would be any easier for the rest to walk through. The hobbits where basically buried in the snow. Boromir had to carry Pippin on his back, Legolas carried Merry and Aragorn carried both Sam and Frodo. Gimli was too proud to be carried and insisted upon hacking his way through the snow with his axe.
Having the fire spirits flow within her veins or not, the air was so cold that even Faye began to feel it. Soon her body was numb, and each step took every bit of will and strength she could manage. The snow that the wind blew caught in all the little creases in her shirt, then melted, soaking her right through. The others where much the same.
There was a small break in the blizzard, and momentarily, the warmth returned to Faye. It was a wonderful feeling, her spirits lifted almost immediately. The snow around her melted and she found that she could walk with great ease.
She turned to see the rest of the fellowship, still almost numb to the bone. Their faces showed their true feelings. Misery and great longing to be anywhere else but where they were now. Still, none of them wanted to be the one to complain, so they kept their mouths shut and continued to plough their way through the snow while the gap in the blizzard remained. The hobbits were the worst off. They where basically frozen onto the backs of those that carried them. Small icicles hung from their noses and chins. The looks upon their faces almost broke Faye's heart. They where so courageous, and loyal to their friend Frodo.
"Wait!" Faye shouted. Everyone stopped and turned to her to see what the problem was. "I may be able to help." She said. She reached out her hand and touched both palms to the cheeks of Gandalf's face, who was standing closest to her. She saw the wide smile of happiness grow upon the elderly wizard's face as his spirits rose too, jus as Faye's had when the warmth had come back to her. One by one she did the same to the other members of the fellowship. Touching the palms of her hands to the cheeks upon the members of the fellowship's faces. An odd look appeared in the eyes of Boromir, as she pressed her hands upon his cheeks. With a slight shudder, she ignored it and once he was warm, moved onto the next member and the last. Legolas.
"Y-You don't H-Have to-" stuttered Legolas. Clearly he was also in need of some warmth. Faye was impressed. He obviously did feel the cold, a great deal too judging from the fact that small icicles had begun to form on the end of his nose and chin too. Yet he acted as if he couldn't feel the cold at all.
"It's okay. Really." Replied Faye, again in a voice that didn't even convince her. She reached forward and pressed her hands against his fair cheeks. A wide smile grew upon his face and his eyes lightened up as the warmth spread throughout his body. Faye's hands became suddenly cold, and her limbs froze again. All the warmth had left her, she had given all she had to everybody. She drew her cloak tighter around her with frozen fingers, which only pressed the soaked shirt tighter to her body. She grimaced slightly and began to shiver as her lips began to get a slight blue tinge to them. Legolas's expression became one of concern.
"You didn't have to do that." He said, a truly appreciative expression on his face. "You are too kind." He said with an odd kind of smile.
A warning flared up inside Faye. "It is alright." She said hurriedly. "We should get going again." She said, motioning for the others to begin walking again. They set off again, with renewed strength and a spring in their step. All, but Faye who walked at the back of the line, forcing her frozen limbs to move. The blizzard began again, and once again they found themselves having to plough their way through the snow. Just like before, Faye gave up whatever warmth she had within her to those who needed it the most.
Once their bodies began to freeze over a third time, Faye hesitated to share her warmth with them. How much longer must I do this? I won't be able to keep it up much longer. She thought, but dismissed it immediately. There were those who needed it more than others. She pressed her hands against the cheeks of Pippin and let the warmth of the fire spirits spread through his body. Suddenly, Legolas stopped dead in his tracks. He scanned their surroundings, but it was hard to see in the middle of the blizzard.
"There is a foul voice on the air" he announced. They all stopped and strained their ears to hear what Legolas could.
"Its Saruman!" bellowed Gandalf, just as boulders crashed down from the top of the mountain. They leapt from their places and pressed themselves against the snowy wall beside them, avoiding the boulders as they fell. Faye did it somewhat slower than the others, as she could barely feel her legs, let alone move them. With the boulders came an avalanche of snow, that buried them completely.
Legolas was the first one to surface, then Boromir. Together they helped to find the others and help them out of the snow. Soon Boromir, Aragorn, Gandalf, Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin had been found and where freed from the snow that buried them.
"Where's Faye?!" cried Legolas, wildly scanning the area around him. The others suddenly realised that they didn't know where she was either. Panic struck their hearts and the all franticly dug at the snow around them.
"Here!" shouted Boromir as he caught a glimpse of flaming red hair. Legolas rushed over to help dig Faye out, but by the time he reached Boromir he was already holding her soaked and frozen body. She was unconscious. Boromir touched a hand to her cheek and withdrew it quickly with a gasp.
"She's stone cold!" he cried.
"She gave all the warmth she had to us." Said legolas solemly, eyes downcast, almost choking on his words.
Sam looked up, eyes shining bright as tears threatened to stream down his face. "S-She's not... is she?" he murmured, he couldn't even bear to think of what was happening.
"I don't know.. but she's close to it." Replied Boromir, rubbing both his hands in hers in an attempt to warm them.
As Boromir tried in vain to bring some warmth back to Faye's unconscious body, Aragorn's mind was racing. He tried to think of a solution to their problem. They couldn't stay here much longer, Faye was close to death and the hobbits would be too as Faye would not be able to provide anymore warmth for them. She had given enough, if not too much already. He turned, and was about to ask Legolas's opinion but stopped, as he saw the wild expression upon his face. Aragorn furrowed his brows. What was the problem? He thought. He then looked over, and saw Boromir holding Faye close in the circle of his arms, trying to warm her. Then looked back at Legolas and saw how he watched Boromir with such a bitter expression.
He smiled faintly as he realised that Legolas had feelings for Faye. He remembered his love Arwen, whom he had left behind in Rivendell. A flood of emotions threatened to overtake him, he had to push them aside. Their lives were at risk.
Another avalanche buried them in snow. Again, Legolas was the first to free himself, and immediately began searching for Faye. Once he had her safely out of the snow, he began to search for the others. The others managed to get out, Aragorn had to help the hobbits. Boromir was the last to surface from the mounds of snow that had him captured. He looked wildly around to find Faye, but then stopped as he saw her, this time in Legolas's arms. Their eyes locked and a silent message was passed in-between them.
Aragorn sensed the tension between them. This is no time to be thinking of such matters. He thought to himself. "He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf! We must turn back!" He shouted, struggling to be heard over the howling wind.
Boromir made the suggestion that they take the Gap of Rohan, or the road west to his city. Aragorn argued that the Gap of Rohan would take them too close to Isengard.
"If we cannot go over it, let us go under it. Let us take the Mines of Moria!" Cried Gimli.
Gandalf felt uneasy about taking the Mines of Moria. He knew the dangers of the mines, and knew about the beast that the dwarves had awoken in the darkness of Khazad-dum. "Let the ring-bearer decide... Frodo?" he asked, turning to Frodo for his decision.
Frodo knew in his heart which way he preferred. The snow was too much for the Hobbits, and he did not want to burden Strider or Aragorn any more by making them carry them. "We will go through the mines." He decided.
"So be it." Said Gandalf grimly, turning and heading back, down the mountain.
Anyway, so here it is. There are a few more chapters that I've added, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters apart from the Phoenix.
Ps. I've created the character of the Phoenix based mostly on stuff I've made up and stuff that I already know. It might not be really much like what a real Phoenix is like, but hey this is my story, and I make what happens here! XD
Pss. To those who have read it before, I've realised how Mary-Sue-Ish it was and I've done my best to try and reverse it!
Chapter seven:
The Pass of Caradhras
Faye walked with the expression of a soldier who was marching into battle. She didn't want to tell the others of the problem with the snow as she didn't want to slow their journey. The pass of Caradhras was the quickest way to get to where they needed. It was a long journey to Mt. Doom, and whatever time saved with shortcuts was valued.
"Are you alright?" asked Legolas, coming up to walk beside her. Faye's mind that had been wondering snapped back to attention.
"I'm fine." She replied, in a voice that didn't even convince her self. It didn't seem to convince Legolas either, judging by the expression upon his face.
"If there is a problem, it is alright to say so. No-one will judge you." He said in a kindly voice. His blue eyes radiated with warmth, as did his smile. But to Faye, it did little to reassure here. She knew she would not be able to handle to pass. She thought that maybe she should tell, but then a cold voice inside her said: you are such a coward. You should be ashamed of yourself. Even these hobbits aren't nearly half afraid of the pass as you are. What's wrong with you? Weaklings don't belong in the Fellowship. She knew the inner voice was right. The hobbits where acting even more courageous than she was. So, she just clenched her fist tight, and began to prepare herself as best she could for the snow.
No-matter how much preparing Faye did for the pass of Caradhras, she still wouldn't have been ready for what she got. The air turned suddenly cold, even though she couldn't feel it, everyone but Legolas stopped to put on the thick woollen cloaks and pull the hoods over their heads. Elves must not feel the cold either. She thought to herself.
The path soon became dusted with white, then the snow got heavier and heavier. Not long afterwards they had to plough their way through the thick snow to continue walking. A blizzard had begun not long after they reached the pass, and their progress was incredibly slow. Legolas, was able to walk on top of the snow. He walked slightly ahead of the group, checking the path ahead to see if it would be any easier for the rest to walk through. The hobbits where basically buried in the snow. Boromir had to carry Pippin on his back, Legolas carried Merry and Aragorn carried both Sam and Frodo. Gimli was too proud to be carried and insisted upon hacking his way through the snow with his axe.
Having the fire spirits flow within her veins or not, the air was so cold that even Faye began to feel it. Soon her body was numb, and each step took every bit of will and strength she could manage. The snow that the wind blew caught in all the little creases in her shirt, then melted, soaking her right through. The others where much the same.
There was a small break in the blizzard, and momentarily, the warmth returned to Faye. It was a wonderful feeling, her spirits lifted almost immediately. The snow around her melted and she found that she could walk with great ease.
She turned to see the rest of the fellowship, still almost numb to the bone. Their faces showed their true feelings. Misery and great longing to be anywhere else but where they were now. Still, none of them wanted to be the one to complain, so they kept their mouths shut and continued to plough their way through the snow while the gap in the blizzard remained. The hobbits were the worst off. They where basically frozen onto the backs of those that carried them. Small icicles hung from their noses and chins. The looks upon their faces almost broke Faye's heart. They where so courageous, and loyal to their friend Frodo.
"Wait!" Faye shouted. Everyone stopped and turned to her to see what the problem was. "I may be able to help." She said. She reached out her hand and touched both palms to the cheeks of Gandalf's face, who was standing closest to her. She saw the wide smile of happiness grow upon the elderly wizard's face as his spirits rose too, jus as Faye's had when the warmth had come back to her. One by one she did the same to the other members of the fellowship. Touching the palms of her hands to the cheeks upon the members of the fellowship's faces. An odd look appeared in the eyes of Boromir, as she pressed her hands upon his cheeks. With a slight shudder, she ignored it and once he was warm, moved onto the next member and the last. Legolas.
"Y-You don't H-Have to-" stuttered Legolas. Clearly he was also in need of some warmth. Faye was impressed. He obviously did feel the cold, a great deal too judging from the fact that small icicles had begun to form on the end of his nose and chin too. Yet he acted as if he couldn't feel the cold at all.
"It's okay. Really." Replied Faye, again in a voice that didn't even convince her. She reached forward and pressed her hands against his fair cheeks. A wide smile grew upon his face and his eyes lightened up as the warmth spread throughout his body. Faye's hands became suddenly cold, and her limbs froze again. All the warmth had left her, she had given all she had to everybody. She drew her cloak tighter around her with frozen fingers, which only pressed the soaked shirt tighter to her body. She grimaced slightly and began to shiver as her lips began to get a slight blue tinge to them. Legolas's expression became one of concern.
"You didn't have to do that." He said, a truly appreciative expression on his face. "You are too kind." He said with an odd kind of smile.
A warning flared up inside Faye. "It is alright." She said hurriedly. "We should get going again." She said, motioning for the others to begin walking again. They set off again, with renewed strength and a spring in their step. All, but Faye who walked at the back of the line, forcing her frozen limbs to move. The blizzard began again, and once again they found themselves having to plough their way through the snow. Just like before, Faye gave up whatever warmth she had within her to those who needed it the most.
Once their bodies began to freeze over a third time, Faye hesitated to share her warmth with them. How much longer must I do this? I won't be able to keep it up much longer. She thought, but dismissed it immediately. There were those who needed it more than others. She pressed her hands against the cheeks of Pippin and let the warmth of the fire spirits spread through his body. Suddenly, Legolas stopped dead in his tracks. He scanned their surroundings, but it was hard to see in the middle of the blizzard.
"There is a foul voice on the air" he announced. They all stopped and strained their ears to hear what Legolas could.
"Its Saruman!" bellowed Gandalf, just as boulders crashed down from the top of the mountain. They leapt from their places and pressed themselves against the snowy wall beside them, avoiding the boulders as they fell. Faye did it somewhat slower than the others, as she could barely feel her legs, let alone move them. With the boulders came an avalanche of snow, that buried them completely.
Legolas was the first one to surface, then Boromir. Together they helped to find the others and help them out of the snow. Soon Boromir, Aragorn, Gandalf, Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin had been found and where freed from the snow that buried them.
"Where's Faye?!" cried Legolas, wildly scanning the area around him. The others suddenly realised that they didn't know where she was either. Panic struck their hearts and the all franticly dug at the snow around them.
"Here!" shouted Boromir as he caught a glimpse of flaming red hair. Legolas rushed over to help dig Faye out, but by the time he reached Boromir he was already holding her soaked and frozen body. She was unconscious. Boromir touched a hand to her cheek and withdrew it quickly with a gasp.
"She's stone cold!" he cried.
"She gave all the warmth she had to us." Said legolas solemly, eyes downcast, almost choking on his words.
Sam looked up, eyes shining bright as tears threatened to stream down his face. "S-She's not... is she?" he murmured, he couldn't even bear to think of what was happening.
"I don't know.. but she's close to it." Replied Boromir, rubbing both his hands in hers in an attempt to warm them.
As Boromir tried in vain to bring some warmth back to Faye's unconscious body, Aragorn's mind was racing. He tried to think of a solution to their problem. They couldn't stay here much longer, Faye was close to death and the hobbits would be too as Faye would not be able to provide anymore warmth for them. She had given enough, if not too much already. He turned, and was about to ask Legolas's opinion but stopped, as he saw the wild expression upon his face. Aragorn furrowed his brows. What was the problem? He thought. He then looked over, and saw Boromir holding Faye close in the circle of his arms, trying to warm her. Then looked back at Legolas and saw how he watched Boromir with such a bitter expression.
He smiled faintly as he realised that Legolas had feelings for Faye. He remembered his love Arwen, whom he had left behind in Rivendell. A flood of emotions threatened to overtake him, he had to push them aside. Their lives were at risk.
Another avalanche buried them in snow. Again, Legolas was the first to free himself, and immediately began searching for Faye. Once he had her safely out of the snow, he began to search for the others. The others managed to get out, Aragorn had to help the hobbits. Boromir was the last to surface from the mounds of snow that had him captured. He looked wildly around to find Faye, but then stopped as he saw her, this time in Legolas's arms. Their eyes locked and a silent message was passed in-between them.
Aragorn sensed the tension between them. This is no time to be thinking of such matters. He thought to himself. "He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf! We must turn back!" He shouted, struggling to be heard over the howling wind.
Boromir made the suggestion that they take the Gap of Rohan, or the road west to his city. Aragorn argued that the Gap of Rohan would take them too close to Isengard.
"If we cannot go over it, let us go under it. Let us take the Mines of Moria!" Cried Gimli.
Gandalf felt uneasy about taking the Mines of Moria. He knew the dangers of the mines, and knew about the beast that the dwarves had awoken in the darkness of Khazad-dum. "Let the ring-bearer decide... Frodo?" he asked, turning to Frodo for his decision.
Frodo knew in his heart which way he preferred. The snow was too much for the Hobbits, and he did not want to burden Strider or Aragorn any more by making them carry them. "We will go through the mines." He decided.
"So be it." Said Gandalf grimly, turning and heading back, down the mountain.